Clementine
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Okuma Hedefleri
Orlando
For once the disease of reading has laid hold upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourage which dwells in the inkpot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.
The Blue Flower
‘Courage when you don’t understand what it is that you have to face is
no better than ignorance.’
‘Treason, Frieke! Courage is more than endurance, it is the power to
create your own life in the face of all that man or God can inflict, so that
every day and every night is what you imagine it. Courage makes us
dreamers, courage makes us poets.
#JohnOsborne #LookBackInAnger
They all want to escape from the pain of being alive. And, most of all, love. It's no good trying to fool yourself about love. You can't fall into it like a soft job, without dirtying up your hands. It takes muscle and guts.
Okur Takip Önerileri
The sexual politics of meat a feminist-vegetarian critical theory
A feminist-vegetarian critical theory begins, as we have seen, with the
perception that women and animals are similarly positioned in a
patriarchal world, as objects rather than subjects. Men are instructed
as to how they should behave toward women and animals in the Tenth
Commandment. Since the fall of Man is attributed to a woman and an
animal, the Brotherhood of Man excludes both women and animals.
Sayfa 219
The sexual politics of meat a feminist-vegetarian critical theory
The use of the word vegetable to express criticism or disdain. Colloquially it is a synonym for a person severely brain-damaged or in a coma.
"You are what you eat, to eat a vegetable is to become a vegetable,
and by extension, to become womanlike."
"Men correspond to animals, while women correspond to plants because their development is more placid.”
From this viewpoint, both women and plants are seen as less developed and less evolved than men and animals. Consequently, women may eat plants,
since each is placid; but active men need animal meat.
Sayfa 61
Carol J Adams - The sexual politics of meat a feminist-vegetarian critical theory
Men who become vegetarians challenge an essential part of the masculine role. Th ey are opting for women’s food. How dare they? Refusing meat means a man is eff eminate, a “sissy,” a “fruit.”
Sayfa 63
The world punishes men and women differently. There is scandal wherever Byron and Shelley go, but they remain men. They are not dubbed hyenas in petticoats for living as they please. They are not called un-men when they love where they will. They are not left unprotected and penniless when a woman of theirs walks away without a thought. (What woman does walk away without a thought? Not even the bitterest nor the most vilely abused.)
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The Blue Flower
... but every evening at dinner, to sit there while these important
people amused themselves by giving you too much to drink, to have your
glass filled up again and again with fine wines, I don’t know what … What
did they talk about?’
‘Nature-philosophy, galvanism, animal magnetism and freemasonry,’
said Fritz.
‘I don’t believe it. You drink wine to forget things like that.'
The beauty of the evening seemed ominous of disaster.
It was the closing of a book that would never be read again, and better close such a book than leave it lying about to get dirtied.
The volume of their past must be restored to its shelf, and here, here was the place, amid darkness and perishing flowers.
It’s a risk, so’s everything else, and we’ll only live once.
This was ’oliday, London with Maurice, all troubles over,
and he wanted to drowse and waste time, and tease and make love.
Words died away, abruptly to recommence. It was Alec who
ventured them.
Life had proved a blind alley, with a muck heap at the end of it, and he must cut back and start again.
One could be absolutely transformed, provided one didn’t care a damn for the past.
He had seen more seductive women, but none that promised such peace.
She was the compromise between memory and desire,
she was the quiet evening that Greece had never known.
No argument touched her, because she was tenderness,
who reconciles present with past.
He had not supposed there was such a creature except in Heaven,
and he did not believe in Heaven.
He liked the atmosphere of the North,
whose gospel is not truth, but compromise.